How could you miss one person so much it makes you hurt.
Every day a blade slides across her skin.
Blood appears and it starts to sting.
But she does it again until to thought go away.
And she goes numb.
YOU ARE READING
crossing bridges // poetry
Poetryreally short, random, grammatically incorrect, shit I've put together called poems. **TRIGGER WARNING** #21 in #freementalillness (11/29/18) #42 in #mentalproblems (11/18/18) #670 in #mental (11/22/18) #907 in #depressing (11/24/18)
